Desolate Star

Lined up in the slaughter house      
hopelessly lost and striped of our lower jaws      
     
You were our vilotte sun ,now horrifically diminished into maggot lust.      
Needless to say you are the only one that will see another day      
     
There's a burning sensation in my throat as I dry heave copper shrapnel       
    
Hungry for answers, You are just a desolate star dreaming of being a goddess, you can take us to your sociopathic hell you will always be just a lonely desolate star.